Post by Deleted on Jul 6, 2021 22:26:33 GMT -5
Shitoke was definitely going to pass out. He thought he was getting better but soon he started to realize the blackness at the edges of his eyes slowly crawling forward. Fuck. Well guess this is i-what the hell? Shitoke admittedly hadn't realized that the man had gotten off of him but what he had realized is the other was looking at him in a drastically different way.
Even the energy he gave off wasn't anywhere near as malicious. If anything it was almost apologetic. Which, while appreciated, was strange all the same considering. The rest of the conversation went pretty one sided but Shitoke did show he was listening if only to try and understand just what in the, and no pun intended, hell was going on. By the time Jeff takes the time to pick him up and bring him to the elevator Shitoke finally understood some of what was going on.
This man, thing, person. Was 1. coming back for him and 2. for some reason cared about his wellbeing. He'd even gone so far as to name himself his adoptive father. I. . . This man. . . can't be serious. . you know what if he's got a conscious then why not? I don't exactly have a family as is. Hmm. . . well I'll decide later about it. We'll play along for now. In the meantime he'd found the elevator and placed him inside. Comfortably. This man was actually dead serious about this wasn't he? This couldn't be happening.
The last thing Shitoke managed to see before his sight was completely consumed was deeply serious steel gray eyes and mangy black hair. Funny since when did the man take off his mask? He couldn't recall. And before he knew it he could see anymore. The only senses available were smell, sound, and pain. Though the latter was slowly going away also. But that smell, the burn from a pepper of sort and the actually disturbing crunching sound that accompanied. Deciding to humor the man so he could figure out what was going on whenever they next met, if at all, he whispered out his name. Shitoke Senbaith Kasumi'Oji. Squad 12. . .
Jeff is the winner.
Even the energy he gave off wasn't anywhere near as malicious. If anything it was almost apologetic. Which, while appreciated, was strange all the same considering. The rest of the conversation went pretty one sided but Shitoke did show he was listening if only to try and understand just what in the, and no pun intended, hell was going on. By the time Jeff takes the time to pick him up and bring him to the elevator Shitoke finally understood some of what was going on.
This man, thing, person. Was 1. coming back for him and 2. for some reason cared about his wellbeing. He'd even gone so far as to name himself his adoptive father. I. . . This man. . . can't be serious. . you know what if he's got a conscious then why not? I don't exactly have a family as is. Hmm. . . well I'll decide later about it. We'll play along for now. In the meantime he'd found the elevator and placed him inside. Comfortably. This man was actually dead serious about this wasn't he? This couldn't be happening.
The last thing Shitoke managed to see before his sight was completely consumed was deeply serious steel gray eyes and mangy black hair. Funny since when did the man take off his mask? He couldn't recall. And before he knew it he could see anymore. The only senses available were smell, sound, and pain. Though the latter was slowly going away also. But that smell, the burn from a pepper of sort and the actually disturbing crunching sound that accompanied. Deciding to humor the man so he could figure out what was going on whenever they next met, if at all, he whispered out his name. Shitoke Senbaith Kasumi'Oji. Squad 12. . .
Jeff is the winner.
